AN HEIR MADE IN THE MARRIAGE BED [18+]

CHAPTER 3

"Ah.. Lance!"

Lance's broad palm grabbed her white and tender round breasts. He rubbed vigorously, sometimes pinching her n*****s, making Leyla slowly divert her attention. At the same time, Leyla couldn't help humming coquettishly, and completely relaxed.

Her legs were pushed up, and her wet p***y was fully exposed to Lance's sight. The private parts of the two were closely connected. When they were thrusting like this, it seemed that they were inserted more deeply than before. Deep...

Leyla's p***y was sucking his c**k tightly, sometimes trembling, sometimes shrinking, as if she knew how to eat without a teacher.

Lance inhales from time to time. He needs to control his rhythm so as not to be led away by Leyla, but the excruciating pleasure delivered by the c**k is almost uncontrollable. His thrusting into such a tight and ecstatic p***y was almost fatal.

"Hmm..." Lance snorted, but couldn't hold back, and ejaculated all of a sudden.

The hot and viscous semen shot into the deepest part of the flower hole, scalded the most delicate and soft place, and filled Leyla all at once. She panted a few times, her eyes were a little blurred, and she looked at the man after a long while. When Lance was blushing, she gradually came to her senses.

Eh? This is the end?

Leyla was stunned, everything came to a sudden stop. Lance pulled out his c**k suddenly. He seemed a little annoyed.

Although Leyla has no experience, she can clearly feel this, this... Is Lance's time too short?

"That...it's okay, everyone has a first time..."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Leyla couldn't help but say something, trying to ease the atmosphere, but it was okay not to say it. As soon as she said it, she felt Lance's angry gaze.

"That time just now, it was just warming up, it doesn't count!" Lance rubbed his c**k, and the genitals that had ejaculated once stood erect very quickly. He said sinisterly, "Leyla, I'll let you know how good I am in a while."

"No, no, no... don't...Mr. King, I didn't look down on you at all just now!" Leyla noticed that he was getting more and more wrong, and when she saw that the momentum was not good, she quickly wanted to run away, but she didn't get out of bed yet.

When she went down, Lance had already hugged her waist and hugged her back. His strong arms wrapped around her plump breasts, squeezing and deforming the pair of soft breasts.

Lance lost all patience this time. He held his d**k and rubbed it from her groin a few times, and then thrust it into the slippery p***y without warning. Leyla let out a cry, and her body was completely soft, his rhythm was very fast, one after another, the two pouches at the bottom of the c**k slapped the base of her thighs from time to time, and there was even a posture of wanting to insert the pouches into the small hole.

Leyla almost flew out of the collision, but what was even more terrible was the pleasure of the wave being higher than the wave. She tightly grasped Lance's arm, begging for mercy repeatedly, "Woo... I was wrong... I really didn't mean that... Lance, please let me go... Uh..."

Lance turned her face away, and hugged her from behind. Leyla's soft mouth was tightly blocked from top to bottom, except for whimpering, no sound could come out.

"Hmm!" Leyla couldn't bear such a high frequency of thrusting, and reached an o****m in a short while trembling.

The narrow tunnel shrunk violently, tightly wrapped the c**k, and almost got Lance shot again. He grunted and stopped thrusting the c**k. The pleasure of ejaculation was suppressed.

After only one o****m, Leyla was completely exhausted, but Lance had no intention of letting her go. He pulled Leyla up from the bed, pressed her buttocks, so that the c**k could continue to be inserted in her tight p***y. Just like this, the two of them came to the French window in a combined posture. Lance swung his palm and pulled the curtains open. Through the glass, they can see the starlight in the sky and the dim lights in the yard.

Although it was covered by night, there were quite a few servants busy in the yard at that time. If anyone looked up, they would be able to spot them making love in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Leyla shrank into Lance's arms, begging for mercy softly, "No, I don't want to do it here... Let's... Let's find another place, okay? What if someone sees me... Ah... Ah... "

Lance slammed his c**k hard into her soft heart, Leyla's head was blank, her mouth was open, and she was completely speechless. Lance stood behind her, holding her breasts with one hand, slowly playing with her, feeling her white and smooth texture like milk, his voice sounded beside Leyla's earlobe, "I just want to, I'm going to f**k you here."

Leyla tried to cover her exposed privates, her little face was red, and even her movements were so cute, people couldn't help but want to tease her further, to see her wronged and innocent with tears in her eyes.

"Otherwise, if you say something nice, maybe I'll let you go when I'm in a good mood." Lance's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to seduce her again.

The d**k was still firmly thrusting into her p***y, and again and again, Leyla felt that her brain was about to crash, and she couldn't think at all. Her whole body was so soft, if it wasn't for Lance to hold her, she would have been unable to stand up for a long time. She turned her head slightly, and subconsciously called out, "Husband..."

Lance's thin lips rose slightly, and he leaned forward to enclose her soft and sweet mouth, and then pried her long tongue. Opening her teeth, and being domineering in her mouth, Leyla raised her head and was forced to respond to him.

Tonight's Lance was so strange to her, but...and she

liked it so much...

She closed her eyes, not wanting Lance to see through her inner thoughts at the moment. The two kissed for a long time before Lance let her go, putting his focus back on the small hole that was tightly wrapped around the d**k, Leyla looked down and found that her lower abdomen could faintly see the bulge of Lance's thick and long p***s inside her.

"Too, it's too big... Woo... I... I'm going to c****x again... No... Ah... So comfortable..."

The position of inserting from behind gave Leyla a new stimulation. Every time the c**k invaded like a beast, she kept begging for mercy. Her p***y, which hadn't experienced much s*x, was extraordinarily tight. It didn't suit Lance's huge, thick and long p***s at all. He pushed forward fiercely. Leyla Only half of the person was pressed against the glass, and it felt like it was about to be scrapped.

The plump breasts were pressed against the glass, a little cold, but not a pleasant feeling.

Lance... successfully taught her badly.

"Hmm... too fast... ah... don't... um..." Leyla felt like she was a small boat floating on the sea, rising and falling with the waves, her delicate body seemed unable to bear its violent impact, on the verge of breaking the limit.

The waves of the ocean were higher than the waves, reaching the limit that Leyla could bear, and her soft cry was more like a kitten, which made people even more lustful.

Lance seemed to want to prove himself deliberately. He pumped his d**k at a faster speed, but he didn't surrender because of disarming. His handsome face was tense, his body was covered with sweat, and even his arms were faint with blue veins, he looked even more bloody.

He put his hands on Leyla's soft buttocks, and opened her two soft flashes to the side. The meat of the hole was slightly turned, revealing a delicate pink color, and the c**k went straight along the small opening of the flower hole. Inserting it in, every time she pushes forward, Leyla is involuntarily pressed against the glass, panting delicately, and the p***y sound is made from the p***y between her legs, which sounds extraordinarily tempting.

The place where the two had i*********e was already muddy, and the liquid flowed down their thighs, falling on the carpet from time to time. Leyla didn't dare to look down at all, but she persisted like that for a long time. Why? Lance doesn't look like he's going to relax at all?

"Mr. King...um...I...I'm so tired...you...you...are you alright? Umm..."

As soon as the words fell, Lance raised his hand and turned Leyla around. Standing tall, he held her hips with one hand and hugged her. Leyla was startled by this sudden movement. She quickly wrapped her arms around Lance's neck and asked out of breath, "Mr. King, what are we doing? Where do you want to go?"

The c**k was still poking into her soft p***y, and as she turned around, the c**k also circled around in her p***y. Leyla moaned, and almost went straight and she was sent to an o****m, but what was even more terrible was that when Lance picked her up, Leyla's lower body was completely suspended, and her whole body's center of gravity fell on the place where the two of them joined.

Lance hummed in satisfaction, but did not answer Leyla's question, and his actions had already told Leyla the answer.

He straightened his c**k, put Leyla's legs around his waist, and walked around with her soft p***y inserted like this. Lance seemed to be intentional. Every time he took a step, he would slightly squeeze Leyla's buttocks. Swing away a few inches, then use gravity, wait for her p***y to fall back again, and eat the whole c**k hard.

Every movement will make the thick and long p***s insert deeper into the flower hole. Leyla was afraid of falling, so she had to tightly wrap her arms around Lance's neck, but in this way, she could feel the c**k more and more. As if he wanted to penetrate the flower hole completely, her moans also came out of her small mouth in fragments.

Lance looked down at Leyla in his arms. Her face was flushed, her hair was loose, her plump breasts were pressed against his chest, those originally clear and lively eyes were dominated by s****l desire at that moment, looking at him. It was extraordinarily blurred, the small red mouth was so red and swollen from being sucked, it looked so ravaged, it was so damn charming, his throat moved, and he continued to hold Leyla's buttocks, pushing it up again and again.

"Little slut, why is your p***y so easy to f**k? Look, after f*****g for so long, you still suck so much. I can't even move, and I don't want to leave your body at all." Lance said hoarsely.

Where did Leyla hear such words, and she still heard them from Lance's mouth? She blushed and didn't dare to meet Lance's gaze, but felt inexplicably in her heart... Lance's voice really sounds good...

Leyla knew that Lance had the habit of exercising every day, but she had never intuitively felt that his physical strength was so good. She is exhausted, but Lance can still hold her and continue to shake his c**k in the flower hole, even the frequency of thrusting has not slowed down.

"No more... that's enough... Lance! Mmm..."

Every time Leyla spoke, Lance would push her hard, and he said in a deep voice, "You beg me."

"Woooo ...Husband...Husband...I beg you, please let me go..." Leyla cried and begged for mercy.

Lance finally stopped, and put Leyla flat on the bed. Just as Leyla wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the man pushed her up again, and the c**k slid out of her p***y.

Hot and firm against her acupuncture point, she felt Lance's deep eyes full of animal desire, her heart trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to draw her thighs together, but Lance found out and stepped forward to stop her.